Ignite My Passion (The Vegas Men 3)

I fall to the ground in a pathetic heap, the pain in my head aching my vision. The door slams behind me. I know it doesn’t lock but the threat is enough. It seems that Jeremy is taking it up another notch, pushing me even further, trying to see what I’ll take from him. I guess this leaves me with no choice. It’s now or never…

8

Zane

Nova: Help me, please. I’m so sorry to do this to you, I just don’t know where else to turn.

I stare at the message, reading it over and over again. My eyes growing wider every single time that I do. This is utterly bizarre, not the sort of thing I ever expect to get from a client, but here it is. I keep thinking that she must have sent it to the wrong person and she’s now probably very embarrassed about her mistake, but I know I can’t just do nothing. I know there could be something terrible going on here.

Zane: Is everything okay? Do you need me to do something?

There, that leaves it open if she changes her mind or she’s reached out to the wrong person. She can tell me as much and we can both move on with our lives. Things don’t need to be strained all because of an accident.

Nova: Jeremy is going off on one, this is worse than ever before. I’m scared.

Okay, so this is meant for me, but I don’t know what I can do about it.

Zane: Is he threatening you with violence? You should call the cops.

Nova: He will kill me if I call the police. He fears his reputation being ruined.

My mind races. My instincts immediately want to rescue the damsel in distress, to save her from her horrible life, but I’m already too involved and Mom’s words of warning race through me.

Zane: Have you got a friend you can call to take you out of the house?

Nova: No, my friend is away. That’s why I’m contacting you because I don’t know what else to do.

My head and heart rage war on ea

ch other, I don’t know which one will win out.

Zane: What would you like me to do? Shall I call you a car?

Nova: I don’t have anywhere to go, I’m scared. I really don’t know what to do.

Okay, there isn’t anything that I can do but she’s my client and I need to help her. It’s still very rewarding even if it might not be seen as the right thing to do.

Zane: Okay, I will come and get you. I can take you to one of those safe houses.

This is the exact reason why the charity is so important. It gives women with nowhere to go, a place to feel safe. They have protection there and the right facilities in place.

Nova: Thank you, that would be lovely, I don’t know how I can thank you.

Zane: Send me the address, then hold tight. I will be there soon.

She fires off the address where I need to come, and I race to my car. The war still rages on inside me, I’m sure it won’t stop until I see her, but I instinctively feel like I’m doing the right thing. I feel a bit like a hero as I take off at the speed of light to find her. She’s the princess at the top of the damn tower.

“What’s my plan?” I mutter to myself as I drive. “What will I do when I get there?”

I can’t just go up to the front door and knock. What the hell will I say? Plus, it’ll alert Jeremy to the fact that I’m working to take his wife away from him. I doubt he’s the kind of man who will take that kindly.

“I’m going to have to get her out of there somehow, aren’t I? I need a freaking idea…”

But nothing comes to mind. I get there far too quickly without any ideas. Actually, that’s because I’m so distracted by how incredible the houses are here. My place is big, I do well, but this is billionaires’ row. I know that Jeremy is wealthy, but this is something else. I really am going up against big here.

“Shit.” I rub my head hard. “What the fuck am I going to do now?”

I park on the other side of the street and slide out of the car. The problem is I know I’m not going to be able to stay here long because as nice as my car is, it’ll stand out here. The residents of this place will wonder why some stranger is hanging around. I don’t need the cops hanging around, particularly if Nova doesn’t want them.